"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
We lived several places while I was young, all of them rural. At two of them, Daddy had a Jenny (female donkey) and plowed and raised a garden. There were no cattle, or ranches. My sisters (who were in high school when I was born) and their husbands had horses and were in the local trail riders association, Sarah's husbands' family always had cattle. Later on, Edna's husband started raising some.
Yet this memory is from those earliest years in Carthage. We lived in a rent house on the side of a rural highway. Daddy always did watch every "shoot'em up" and western that came on TV. And I was often times right beside him. In fact, my first love was a rodeo cowboy named "Stoney Burke" and played by Jack Lord. (Later of the original Hawaii 5-O)
All of that to say, I don't know if I ever asked for the cowgirl get-up. I have no idea if it was a gift just from Mama and Daddy or if everyone bought one piece. All I do know and remember is being proud as punch sitting on my Daddy's knee in that outfit. And I have vague memories of the photo taking, taking too long and growing impatient. After all, I was a cowgirl now, and I had things to do: stick horses to ride, cows to herd and bad guys to shoot.
|Me and my daddy, Clayon|
I think Daddy was winking. He loved to wink. Notice the jeans were way too long, see them turned up and sticking above my boot tops? Knowing me and Daddy, we had to try it all on and have the picture made before Mama could wash and hem them.
|Me & my mother, Jesse Ruth|
What about you? Were you ever a cowgirl or cowboy? Did you grow up watching all the old westerns, where the good guys were good and the bad guys were bad? Rural life, city life? Farm or ranch?
Thanks for sharing!